Jan 15, 2015 Awake in Dream Time - Journal Entries about the almost real, Awake in Real Time: Coffee-induced Meditations and Journal Entries
Nap-Time
©January 15th, 2015
By Vijaya Sundaram
So sleepy.
Washing over me is pure lethargy.
I lie in bed and type these words.
I cannot believe I’m going to … gasp … take a nap!
A nap?
Really?
Try going on a few hours of sleep every night for three nights in a row.
So, okay, it’s my own fault, I admit.
However, I insist that I was possessed by an evil spirit, which made me stay up till 2:00 a.m. last night, doing laundry and sweeping the floor. Why? Ask that evil spirit. In any case, going to sleep at 2:00 a.m. was fine fine, except that I had to get up at 6:20 a.m. this morning.
So, now, I am wafting on a petal-pink magic carpet that lifts me ever so gently, ever so tenderly into a land that beckons.
And here I am, still resisting it!
I look around me, and I’m purely a creature made of a body. My extremities tell me where I end, and the sheets begin, or the computer keyboard.
I feel my blood circulating sluggishly and contentedly through my veins.
Pure body. Who cares about the bloody spirit?
Here are bones encased in flesh typing these words.
There are eyelids half-narrowed to take in blue computer light.
My skin feels happy, with coolness and warmth both.
I shall NOT think about those who are suffering right now. I do it all the time, every day. I shall enjoy these sybaritic moments.
My body is the only reality that IS.
This computer is ephemeral, though.
It’s going to go out of my reach now.
That’s actually nice.
See you later.
Tags: Being in the moment, body, in my flesh, napping, Sleep, spirit, sybarite
Jan 10, 2015 Awake in Dream Time - Journal Entries about the almost real, Awake in Real Time: Coffee-induced Meditations and Journal Entries
Woke up from a good dream and a bad one.
Good Dream: A recurring one. I was leaping into the air, and able to spin while airborne, and any time I felt gravity pulling me down, I spun towards a wall, and kicked off, only to leap and spin (sort of fly, but not quite) in the air, and STAY airborne. When others in the room asked me how, I said, “It’s really possible. Just trust your intentions,” or words of that nature. I awoke after that, in a good mood, then went back to sleep, and had the Bad Dream below.
Bad Dream: I was in a train heading towards a tiny town, where a bunch of school children were in their school-rooms. As the train sped by a completely alien landscape, I saw the silver river snaking by in the opposite direction, and something told me it was going to flood. I sent a message to the school, “Quick, evacuate everyone, and get to high ground,” but was scoffed at. And as I watched in horror, the water overflowed the banks, and rushed towards the town, and my train. Then, I awoke, and was in a bad mood.
No Freudian jokes, please!
🙂
Dreamer of Dreams
Tags: dream symbols, Dreams, Levitating/flying/dancing in a dream, symbolism
Dec 3, 2014 Awake in Dream Time - Journal Entries about the almost real, Original Short Stories
Water, Wifi, Rest, Knowledge
©December 3rd, 2014
By Vijaya Sundaram
Genre: Realistic Fiction/Current Affairs
Word Count: 100 words
“I’m scared.”
Don’t be. We’ll take care of you. And we have books.
“My father’s out there. The cops hate us.”
I’m sorry it has to be like this in our town. I’m sorry you have to worry. We’re here. And books are your friends. We’ve got water, wifi, rest, knowledge. Don’t worry. We’ll take care of you.
“I’m afraid to go outside. I think, I’ll be next. I keep practising what I’ll do — hands up, pray, anything. Will it work?”
We can only hope, children. Dry your eyes. The books will teach you. Come.
And quiet calmness took hold.
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(I’m VERY late in my response to last Wednesday’s Friday’s Fictioneers prompt. I was too shaken up by the events in Ferguson, MO. This Library picture made me want to weep, because I remembered that the library in their town was open for any children or families who wanted to be in a safe place among books. Today, I was able to write about last week’s prompt. If you’re reading it, do forgive my lateness.)
P.S. I just contributed to their library, which apparently had a spike in donations after they stayed open on the day after the Grand Jury’s decision not to indict the Darren Wilson.
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Tags: #Friday Fictioneers, #Water, 100-word original short story based on a photo prompt, Darren Wilson, Ferguson, Knowledge, Michael Brown, Missouri, Rest, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, Wifi
Sep 11, 2014 Awake in Dream Time - Journal Entries about the almost real, Original Short Stories, the surreal and the unreal
Genre: Fantasy/Supernatural Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
You Won’t See Me*
©September 11th, 2014
By Vijaya Sundaram
I lived alone in the world behind the mirror. Those whom I saw, looked back at me, but didn’t see me – just themselves, endlessly repeated. They didn’t look, you see.
They didn’t see me, mouth open, beseeching… See me! Free me!
No, they smiled or pirouetted, smiled, frowned at fat, examined bruises, glared, and spoke to unseen enemies, stroked their hair, but missed me entirely.
Then, a child saw me, reaching out her hand. I stepped through.
Everyone vanished behind my mirror. I couldn’t see them, just a lonely, lace-curtained window reflected in the mirror.
And I didn’t see me.
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Thanks, as always, to our Fairy Blog-Mother, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, for hosting, and to Janet Webb for the lovely photo-prompt!
*With a nod to The Beatles for the title!
Tags: #Friday Fictioneers, #Original Short Story by Vijaya Sundaram, 100-word short story based on photo prompt, Flash Fiction